I have documented my daily life in poetry for over fifty years. It is only now that my knowledge of technology has met my ability to pursue this medium. It is all too overwhelming as I approach 60 years of age in an instant. Enjoy the ride and put your seat belt on...I am starting from now!
To see an earlier decade, the link is:
http://www.pioneernet.net/doge/index.htm

Friday, April 9, 2010

I met up with a man at Agate State beach,That I had observed walking circles around the parking lotOn a daily basis. I wanted to ask him how much he weighed before,This exercise routine.

It turned out we had the same heart procedures …He was following the rules and walking two miles a day.He suggested I join him in the routine. Misery does love company. I met up with him and we started walking laps.

There was a problem however. I had Otis with me.Otis did not care about time or distance or exercise;His only concern was pissing on each and every blade of grassAlong each square foot of the path.

Naturally I was upset. I lost not only a new friend,But a chance to meet my health needs while actually having fun.I looked at Otis and thought about his betrayal of our bond.I felt absolutely helpless… worse because he knew it.

Driving home I reduced myself to his level.I vindictively thought, we needed to go to the city. There I would stop to spray paint my nameOn every store front facade as Otis waited…Without a blade of green grass in sight.